Warm sun settled on you as you stirred, sleepily opening your eyes with a yawn, empty space beside you as you stretched, eyes lazily darting around the motel room searching from what's missing. You got up, wooden floor creaking under your feet as you went over to the cracked open door of the bathroom, peering inside to see Dean. The smell of fresh aftershave and foam filled your senses as you looked at Dean rubbing foam over his chiseled jawline, a towel around his waist and a razor in his hand.